The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Tonight, we'll make love... and maybe, just maybe, things will finally start to feel right again. Maybe this is the beginning of something new; a fresh start for both of us.

I lean in closer to him, pressing my lips against his cold, unyielding skin. "Mmm," I murmur contentedly as he tenses beneath me, "that sounds like a wonderful idea."

Our lovemaking is fierce and passionate, like two starving wolves finally given the chance to feast. It's not tender or gentle; there are no soft whispers of endearment or sweet caresses between us tonight. Instead, it's primal, animalistic... a desperate grasp at something we both need more than anything else in the world right now: connection, belonging, and most importantly, hope.

As our bodies move together in perfect synchrony, I can feel him slowly begin to relax beneath me.